How the Tables Turn

I have been dreaming of parting with you

dreaming of it

I drool happiness at the thought

You have everything that I do not 

save for me

you will have naught 

I was stuck in a tunnel

Once, you were the hole whence light escaped

but I must off you

kill you 

oh, for loves sake

I am already dead

and you still take, you take

a little baby

hanging onto my nape

And soon I will free us of the cycle

of the never ending 

constantly devouring

Hungry snakes

Now from a blissful slumber of daydreams

I awake.